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Thursday, May 06, 2004
· posted at 5:27 PM
Canonical. I had plans to blog at work. I wrote lead-ins and thematical notes on a hot pink post-it even! Then my officemate brought in her baby, which proceeded to coo, crawl about my feet, and make weird smells in the office. There is something about having a baby nearby that just drops your IQ 40 points until you are babbling incoherently while making weird facial gestures. There is no tugging on the old ovaries, but I'm a sucker for a pudgy baby with tan lines from her fat rolls - as long as I don't have to go anywhere near a soiled diaper.
The best laid plans... please don't shun me.
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